Psalms 11

1 For the chief musician. A psalm of David. I take refuge in Yahweh; how will you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the mountain”?

AS Jeova nae juangocoyo: jafa na ilegmo ni antijo: Gupo gui egsomo calang pajaro?

2 For see! The wicked prepare their bows. They make ready their arrows on the strings to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.

Sa, estagüe, y manaelaye na jaaregla y atcos: jafamauleg y flecha gui taliña para uflecha gui jinemjom y manunas na corason.

3 For if the foundations are ruined, what can the righteous do?

Yaguin y plinanta sija esta mayulang: jafa siña y manunas ujafatinas.

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

Si Jeova gaegue gui santos na temploña; si Jeova, y tronuña gaegue gui langet; y atadogña manlilie yan y babaliña jachachague y famaguon y taotao.

5 Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked, but he hates those who love to do violence.

Si Jeova jachachague y manunas: lao y manaelaye, ya y gumaeya mandague, y antiña chumatlie.

6 He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked; a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!

Uuchan y casiyas gui jilo y manaelaye: guafe yan asufre ya y manglo na mañila y patteña gui basuña.

7 For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness; the upright will see his face.

Sa y tinas Jeova; yaña y tinas: ya jaatan y manunas y mataña.